The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The iron key was cold against my palm, a weight that felt heavier than the sword at my hip. I held it up to the torchlight, watching the fire lick the metal, turning it from dull gray to a molten orange. "Are you certain, brother?" Thomas stood in the shadows of the corridor. He did not step forward. He never did. He was the witness, the one who watched the light break against the dark and...

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